Sweet Reincarnation

When asked how many seasons. There are two people who answer.

Because it is two seasons, dry and rainy, and this seasonal breakdown is sufficient in western meadow areas and elsewhere.

Or there are people who say four.

Spring, summer, autumn, and winter are used separately in many countries.

Some countries say 53 in an unusual way.

It seems to be the parting method used in a certain religious state, but the details seem to be the only ones that can tell about the clergy in that country.

The pedestrian Decocco had divided the season into six parts.

When it rains ahead of spring, when it rains before summer, when it evens in summer, when it rains long in autumn, when it snows in winter, and when it's a New Year's festival.

For pedestrians, rain and snow are natural enemies. Thus, as I glanced at the calendar to avoid it, it became such a separation from nature.

At some point, I want to live a life that likes rain. A life where you can set up your own shop, work busy every day, and prefer the rain you get free.

It is a dream, but maybe it will soon be such a life. That's what he thinks on the wagon dock.

"Hello, Mr. Decocco"

"Hi, are you mowing bean trees? You're going to be fine."

A man working in the field finds Decoco and speaks up.

For rural farmers who cannot be replaced every day, the pedestrians coming from the margins are easy to remember. Sometimes we buy and sell things with ourselves, and sometimes we burn care of him in anticipation of gratitude.

Pull out the bean trees from each root and collect them in the village barn to dry them all winter. I've been doing this every year for the last few years, but it's a lot of work inside. Fortunately, he talks to the merchant and puts in a break.

"No, no, my back hurts and I'm enemies this year. Now what are you selling me?

"It's nails and wheat. I heard it was for hire."

"Well, that's hard work."

"Then your lord has called me."

A bag of wheat and a box of iron nails are piled up in Decoco's carriage.

Purchased in the city of Ratesh and took more than ten days to carry. Whatever the nail is, what you call wheat, etc. doesn't make as much money as the effort it takes to carry. Because it is mostly made in any territory, and the market is quite highly volatile. In the current season, there is still more demand for the sowing of winter wheat due to the sudden lack of sowing.

Still, there's only one reason I've carried it.

Lords here. Because I had an order from Sir Mortairn.

Decoco looks around emotionally as he drives his carriage toward the Lordship Hall.

I have been doing business since the early days of the development of the Knights of Mortairn. I've seen literally all of that development.

I often remember the old days when I became a businessman and couldn't afford it without making a lot of money.

When I was just a young runaway. In a secluded place that no other merchant wanted to go to, without a horse, one body, headed in charge of a cage, carrying anything, salt, wheat, potatoes, cloth, etc., to earn a dime. It was around that time that I heard that the Mortarn realm had been given to the new nobility of the Kingdom of God.

It is also a joke that I was lucky enough to get along with a rich lord for the sake of a remote lord, and was later surprised to find out that his lord was a hero of the Great War.

This is how I still hear from you because it is the time to know the hardships of those days together.

If Mortarn territory grows larger while thickening this edge, I may be able to set up a memorial shop within it.

I have future dreams here. There is hope.

Not just myself, but every peasant believes that tomorrow will be a better day than today.

Well, Decoco nodded on his own when he was just told that he was a famous lord.

The Lordship Hall was apparently somewhat more renovated than it had been before.

The gatekeeper was splendid, and at some point there were more wells.

By that well, I find the face I see and I call out.

"Mr. Shiites, it's been a while"

"Hmm? Oh, is that Decoco's husband? You've come a long way."

Shiites, who was pumping water, replies to Decoco, who greeted him lightly with his hands up.

"I brought you what you wanted. Nails and wheat. I've picked a pretty good one."

"That would be nice. Well, let me show you something first."

carriage carriage carriage. Something called cart-shaped that doesn't even have a roof.

Take the cloth that was covered in the rain dew removal and begin to inspect the load.

For the pedestrian, the inspection of the load is a serious battle.

Being badly obsessed with obfuscation or petty work is a routine tea meal.

The worst example of being decorated is when I ran out. I've lost a lot of money being switched loads while I was looking at them approximately.

"Sounds good, I guess. Probably as ordered."

"Really, that's good. relieved."

"Ha. Well, shall we talk inside then? Hey, keep your stuff here behind your back."

When Shiites called out, about two children came out.

He was an arm white looking child, but from where he carries nail bundles and wheat bags that should weigh a lot, I guess he works out pretty well.

When Decoco entered the hall, the inside was quite different from before.

The most unusual thing is probably one more couch in the office.

I just sat down and assumed it was a pretty good quality thing, and I felt like talking while slightly hipping back.

"Hey, it's been quite a while since I took care of your house, but as long as I'm happy to see your territory enriched every time I've been here in the last few years,"

"I'm getting old too because you're starting to flatter me."

Freshly grown up. Shiites who have known Decoco since he was naive are not reluctant to do so without the eyes of others.

"No, no, I meant it. So, which is the real deal today, selling or buying?

"You still have no decorations. Cut it out after one of the public stories. Well, both of them. I bought more than just the load. You can sell it afterwards."

"I also decorate when I talk in the space. It won't be useful to Mr. Shiites. When it comes to the load just now, is it nails and wheat? Wheat can be as good as the market, but the nails are a little pricey this time."

"I know. There's been a lot of noise lately, and iron seems to be used to fix some of the armor and repair the armor. I hear the market is going up. Based on that too, 60 large bags of wheat and ten Bob silver coins. Where two thousand nails are long and three thousand are short and ten plough gold coins? How about 20 Ratesh gold coins combined?

Shiites laughing niggardly.

Interacting with merchants takes getting used to. Things have a market, but to some extent they are wide, and the value is determined by hitting the selling and buying materials together to explore each other's compromises.

Where there are push pulls and rushes because of how much material we can crush each other's selling and buying materials.

"That's too much beating. Wheat is a time to accumulate over the winter and increase in value, and nails are also a refined product. Twelve plaw coins, twelve crowns is a good place."

"Don't say that. I've been dating, ten plaw gold coins and a quarter."

"It would have been held ever since. Eleven crowns."

"Jeez. I used to be cute. That's fine."

"Mr. Boulder Shiites. Payment in cash?

Originally, if they are first sighted counterparties, they bump into each other more buying and selling materials.

But if we've made many deals, we're quick to talk because we've been offset by dozens of hands from the beginning in order to read each other's hands twelve times.

"Oh, what good is the payment? Twenty-three lets, if you say it's good with Ratesh gold coins. If it's all plough gold, you're right."

"We have a lot of Ratesh deals, so twenty-three Ratesh gold coins are harder to have."

"Well, here it is."

"You're the one who can't eat. I didn't know you already had it at that price."

"Waha, if you were a little younger, you'd get my drinks out of here"

We know that laughter spills on each other, but it's late.

Decoco was also reassured that the deal had first been cleared up safely, and for one thing it had not had to be in deficit.

However, it is about apprenticeships that are satisfied with simply making a penny out of your use. In a situation where there are likely to be some more profitable stories, this would be the real deal from here on out.

"So, what's another buy?

"Wood and stone. And brick and lacquer. I need a lot of money to rebuild my house, so I need you to arrange it."

"That's another big order."

For a moment, Decoco's face nearly caught on. That's because the content was too big.

Wood and stone building materials require specialisation in handling.

Architectural knowledge is needed to identify good and bad, and it's all big and heavy, so there's not enough power in a single-headed carriage like Decoco has right now.

I don't think it's what I would order from a pedestrian. But that makes it a big deal. Looks like you missed this opportunity. Merchant disqualification.

You have to figure out a way to hide your lack of strength and then reduce the burden and secure the benefits wherever possible.

"By mass, how much?

"Well enough to build fifteen to sixteen new houses? No, I want you to buy twenty houses for me."

"It's..."

As a pedestrian, you can have just one house. Merchant. Brick alone can be a massive carriage going back and forth over and over again.

Out of boulder, Decoco remembered that the man in front of him was a skilled negotiator.

There's no way his man would say anything that's obviously impossible. After familiarizing myself with being just a pedestrian, I pretend to be impotent this time around.

That's what I came up with, and one thing came to mind.

It is a condition that should not be possible for a small lord on the periphery, but there was nothing else to think of. Decoco never says his will.

"Then there's one condition. I'd like you to advance all amounts."

Impossible conditions, I think.

In large deals, trouble always comes around just because the amount of money that moves is big.

Anyone who fails to arrive at an arranged commodity or is run away with money experiences it once. And if you get into trouble when the amount of money that moves is large, you go bankrupt without even being able to make up for it.

This is a potential risk for both sellers and buyers. Therefore, it is common knowledge that large transactions are conducted in half gold in order for both buyers and sellers to break the risk.

Half the money, that is, half the money first, and the rest after the goods have been paid safely.

This reduces both the seller's risk that the buyer will cancel the order and round the arrangement, or vice versa, the buyer's risk of losing the round without receiving what he thinks it is.

This time Decoco's request is unusual.

It is equal to telling you to trust yourself 100%, and if you are a regular merchant, you can do it with half a dollar just in case you lose your credibility and avoid risk.

If you can't arrange a product for half the money, you should give up the investor (patron), divide it into small bites and shake it to the same industry, or give it up clean and refreshing. A pedestrian learns as common sense from a childish age that he should never imitate what he would suffer with his own capital.

But Decoco believed in his own inquisitiveness and experience.

"Well said. I've been waiting for you to say that."

And the words were also the words Shiites wanted to hear the most.

Where were you hiding it, the leather bag that was placed with Don.

Estimate less, there are three to four hundred coins. If it's all gold, this is a lot of money for a lifetime of luxury.

Given the cost of materials, transportation, labor, etc. for twenty houses, it would naturally take about this, but I didn't really think it would come out in bulk anyway.

I am most surprised by the person I said it to.

"This is again...... how did you make so much money. Was it a war somewhere?"

"No, my generals and boys jumped around and hoarded social circles and aristocracy everywhere. In the last six months or so."

People say when they pass by surprises, they get frightened.

Decoco has also gained experience as a merchant for over a decade, but it is impossible for him to make this much money in about half a month.

It should be about once a year even in a grand chamber of commerce under the banner of a grand aristocrat that specializes in big commerce. Regardless of whether it was a merchant with four hundred gold coins flying at the denomination of the transaction, it was a story that seemed distracting to a single merchant, such as a business where pure profit would be all that.

I received some leather bags and checked all the contents, but definitely all gold coins. It's also a genuine plough gold coin. Even a single piece allows the average family to live carefully for two years.

It would be impossible for a pedestrian's hand to sweat even though it was winter.

"I'll leave this gold discrepancy to you. The order is for materials and artisan arrangements that can build twenty houses, as I said earlier. The manpower will come from our people, so make a home out of it. The salaries of the inhabitants are good to have. I'm not asking you to be the best, but I won't tolerate cluelessness. The brokerage fee does all the extra from that money. I won't let it go any further if my legs come out instead. I'm going to make up my mind about where we're going to build it."

"Huh... I'm good, right?

I hear only gokuri and spit.

Pedestrian Decoco. I can't hide my nervousness from the feeling that I'm going to be the biggest business of my life. I also have anxiety. Anxiety about whether you can do everything yourself. More than that, there are expectations that if this goes well, we can make a lot of money.

"Whatever. You've known it since you were young, but you can be trusted. I also checked the arm today. I decided that you could do it."

"Let's do it"

"It's a boulder, Decocco"

Stand up to each other and shake hands. It's a greeting for a negotiated compromise.

Shiitz hides his bitterness when he realizes that his opponent's hand is quite sweaty when he shakes his hand, but he also has no choice.

But I don't want you to think it's over.

"So, I'm a seller."

"What? Oh, you did"

The barbaric voice of a pedestrian.

This deal buys and sells both. That's what you should have said the first time, but he totally lost me to the size of the deal.

This kind of place can only be accustomed to by gaining experience and enlarging one's vessel.

I'm still inexperienced, and Decoco has a point of reflection.

"Sold and Big"

"I won't be surprised anymore. I was surprised when I bought it."

"Well, this one's not as good as it was earlier, so I'm fine."

"So, what are you selling?"

Once again, Decoco sat back on the couch.

I've just exposed my lack of experience. You can't expose yourself to any more ugliness.

Anything comes, I put back in the mood, but that ends somewhat empty-handed.

"What I want to sell is actually not here yet."

"Yes?"

"So not yet"

"I don't know, because what time can I get you ready?

"That depends on you."

"Huh?... Oh, is that what you mean"

So finally, Decoco realizes.

What does Shiites say they want to sell?

"What we want to sell is the house you're going to build. Specifically, I'm talking about loaning a house and a field, so why don't we buy that right?"

"You think we're gonna do a recruit for the inhabitants?

"That's what a quick story will do. I was thinking of recruiting at least five of the twenty new houses. The Admirals decided it would be just the right time to get more people."

The pedestrian seeks the intention of the lord there. I wonder what just the right opportunity would be, said Sgt. Shiites, the deputy.

“Just right” in this case can only mean one thing.

"Is there anything you can do to recruit a citizen? No, you do."

"You see. Because first, you know this one was attacked by a bandit?

"Whatever."

Merchant stuff, you have to be deaf to talk.

If a bandit attacked you and took it from you where you bought something cheap or had an expensive load, you would be destitute overnight. It is the common sense of merchants to keep bandit rumors and the like in their ears no matter what trivial.

"Then you also know that Baron Salgret's territory next door and Baron Boolean's territory over there have been attacked by thieves."

"Yes."

"It seems there are several villages that have been pretty badly hit. He said that he protected it to some extent in the territorial capital, but he sees it as wanting to release it without support, even though the storage is scarce. It would be miserable to have a house without a man."

"I see. Are you telling me to mediate that?"

The countries of the southern continent, including the Kingdom of God, have many kingdoms to take. Thus, in general, the inhabitants are the property of their lords and are tied to the land. If we try to increase the number of people besides natural increase in the territory, it is whether we buy slaves, hide refugees who fled in the war, or negotiate with the lords in question to take over the displaced.

The quickest way to negotiate and settle between lords is with gold.

"You shouldn't be a harsh lord enough to throw it out naked, but you won't even be sweet enough to just feed it with rice at all times. It doesn't mean that a field like the one burned in the pruning job and sprinkled with blood will be fixed soon. If so, he said to the unfortunate people, 'Go anywhere. It's only a matter of time before I say," I don't know later. "If you get kicked out, will you die wild drooling in slams around Ratesheval or Beauvaldia, or will you be debated in bandit operations..."

"There, if you come close and say I will sell you the high treatment with the housed field, you will be happy to gather. You will have a workforce, and your territory will be even richer."

"You get a commission, too, and you get less unwillingly displaced. That's a good thing, isn't it?

It's really beautiful if you look only at Pre-Construction.

Without watching the neighboring inhabitants become displaced after being attacked by bandits and in distress, he reaches out to welcome them by providing them with a means of living and a place to live. For a small fee.

As long as we do something about our immediate lives, we can live steadily in the future. Oh beautiful.

There's nothing strange about looking at profits.

The thief roughed up next door. Take advantage of it to pick up the land chased inhabitants and secure a workforce to improve their own productivity.

The relationship between WinWinWin, which is profitable for both the farmers who were burned in the fields and crushed to work, and the Mortairn family, as well as the pedestrians who mediate besides.

But there is a hidden intention here.

Shiitz didn't tell me, but it makes sense to let him sell what he made himself.

There are no people who want to grab crude products because of the products they purchase. It is the merchant who wants the merchandise to be as good as possible.

So let them make their own products to sell. How can I stop wanting to make crude pieces?

It would be quite a delicious story for Mortaire territory than it would be acceptable to have a good house even in silence. It's more than paying more than four hundred pieces of gold to have quality items “spontaneously” prepared.

"Well, then, I asked for the rest."

"Yeah. I'll take care of it"

Shiites shook hands with Deco while hiding the thought that he was still young.